#feeling very sapphic tonight

[dustykneed]

Hello! Random whipper snipper! Share a WIP of your work!

ooh, with pleasure. six the musical araleyn fanart? in the year 2k24? more likely than you think xDD

i realize this looks finished, but technically i'm still deciding whether to add a background or not lol. still, for the sake of sharing a proper WIP, here's a line or two from an araleyn brainworm WIP that i started reworking yesterday (mild tw for religious guilt and period-typical internalized homophobia from aragon's pov):

She remembers sharing her bed with Anne at Henry's behest, remembers the nights of tossing and turning and trying not to think about Anne asleep next to her-- remembers waking up to dark hair spilling across her pillow and the press of blood-warm bosoms against her own, softer than sin, as hot as the Devil, remembers lying still as death, mouthing prayers into the heat of Anne's neck like an act of penance.

[nocturnalnewsiestrash]

There are two types of Bottoms (2023) rewatches (for me at least)

Or

[vampslxsher]

Catering to myself yet again

Face:

[thisisagood-url]

it is absolutely fuckin criminal that my gf and i arent cuddling rn

[hearteyesdiaz]

Anyone have any good henren fic recs??

[snoopy-sapphic]

my genderrrr uaghhhhh!!!!!!!!! desire to present more butch!!!!! my hair needs 2 be even SHORTER!!!! jorts!!! jewelry!!!! masc clothing!!! it’s like I have this version of myself in my head that I reallllly want 2 be and it feels *almost* attainable, but right now, I feel stuck :/

[mossygrovenearthebrook]

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[a-spes]

idea for a wanda x y/n snippet

y/n is an up and coming artist and all her music is very sapphic and very sexually explicit (think young miko lol) so all of her fans and all the media assumes that she's like this super confident player but really she's the opposite (super shy and gets flustered very easily and totally a golden retriever gf) she and wanda are newly dating and they do livestreams and stuff to promote y/n's new release and wanda constantly teases her for how soft and sweet she actually is and she gets all flustered on the livestream and all her fans go feral over how cute they are

like imagine them being on the livestream and wanda dares y/n to read her lyrics out loud to her while maintaining eye contact and she just can't cuz of the gay panic 👀 just a flustered stuttering mess

You have no idea how much I love this. It litteraly became an obsession, and I can't think about anything else 😩

I imagine everyone thinking it would be the other way around because Wanda seems to be the golden retriever of the duo, but in reality it is the opposite. Also, I feel like she would be so mean about it, and enjoy how easily you can get flustered 🫠

I really hope that you will enjoy the snippet. 1.460 words — no warnings, just wlw fluff 🙆‍♀️

The person you are on stage has nothing in common with the one you are behind the curtains. One is confident, bold, and loud, while the other is none of that. It is exactly why you choose a nickname, so you could be someone else when you are performing, someone that is free from all the labels that society has tried to stick on them.

You have never felt as free as when you are blinded by the lights, unable to see the faces of the people who are cheering for you because, when you are up there and that the world doesn't exist anymore, it is easy to pretend to be anyone you want to be. But the truth is that the glitters, and the overconfidence that you show during your concerts, are only small parts of the person you truly are, and everything disapears as soon as the lights go out.

You really like the act, and the person you are when you are performing, but it doesn't mean that the whole thing is not exhausting to keep up with. So, when you eventually get down the stage, you are relieved to eventually be able to put a hoodie to cover yourself. It is comfortable, and much more like the person you truly are — soft. That is something most of the people do not see, because you refuse to show them.

From the backstage you can still hear the thousands of people that are screaming your name, but that is not what is on your mind right now because she occupies all your thoughts. You may be smiling at the people who are calling out for you, but you are not really there. Right now, there is only voice you want to hear, one hand you want to shake, and it is hers.

You look frantically for the brunette, and there are no words to describe how relieved you are when your eyes eventually land on the woman. She is in the back of the room, leaning against the walls. She is looking at you too, and the second your gazes meet, it is like the rest of the world fade away. You are not listening to the others anymore, their voices are muffled by the sudden urge of being in her arms. You immediately push them away, excusing yourself, just so you can join the woman.

Her eyes never left her sweet girl and, when she realizes that you have eventually spotted her, a wide smile spreads on her lips. You do not need to talk for the woman to know what you want, and she opens her arms to you so you can lean in her embrace. Immediately, your face finds a place into her neck. It feels familiar, natural, as if you have belonged here your whole life. The woman feels like home, she feels safe, and the exhaustion just disappears as soon as she holds you in her arms.

"You did so great," she whispers as she kisses your head, and you can't help but smile. That is the only thing you wanted to hear tonight, the only compliment that really makes sense — you never feel as proud as when she is the one to say those sweet words.

You have known the woman for years. She was your manager, but she quickly became more than that. A friend, at first, and eventually the love of your life. It took you a lot of time to realize how you were truly feeling toward the brunette, and she has patiently waited for you to figure it. It has only been a few months since you two started dating, and even less since you broke the news on your social media, and you have never felt so happy in your life. It feels like you are living a dream, the thing you two have being precious and perfect.

—

The live was her idea. She has insisted that it could be great for your carrier, she said something about boosting your music and popularity. You are not sure you want to increase your audience — you are singer, not a celebrity — but how could you say no when the brunette was looking at you with those pleading eyes?

You are not as confident as the woman who promised that it would be fun is. You are now nervously watching your girlfriend setting up everything, low-key considering to change your mind. When you are on stage, it is easy to embody someone else, but keeping the act up without the artifices is not as easy — what if they do not like the real you? The one that is much different from the artist they love? The one that is not confident, nor bold, nor loud? The one that, on the contrary, is always hesitant?

"Do not overthink it, love," she softly says when she notices how nervous you are. "Everthing will be fine, okay? Just be yourself, they will love you, I promise," she assures, her hands cupping your cheeks to force you to look at her while she talks. You eventually nod, your nerves soothed by the way her thumb is drawing circles on your skin.

So here you are, on live, with Wanda that is sitting on your left. For the past hour, you have been talking about your future projects and answering random questions from the chat, and you have to admit that she was right —; everything is going fine. At one point, you became more comfortable, and you surprised yourself by enjoying the whole thing.

"Could we have a snippet of your next song?" you read the question out loud, and you frown, "I do not think that-"

"Why not?" she cuts you, and a glance could kill, she would probably be dead by now. The reason you've tried to dodge the question is because your next song may be one of the most explicit you have ever written, and you both know it — yet, she is still trying to get you to read some lyrics? The mere thought of reading them is enough for you to die with embarassment. "Is that because you are embarassed, hm?" she adds when you do not reply, calling you out.

"No- no, I just-," you try to defend yourself, but she knows the truth, and you are both aware that she won't fall for your lies. Maybe that is why one glance is enough for her to keep your silent.

"Then come on, tell us everything," she smiles — obviously she is smiling. You glance at the woman as she leans back on the sofa, her hands cross on her laps.

She has this expression on her face, one that screams fake innocent, one that makes you melt. The woman is everything but innocent. On the contrary, she knows exactly what she is doing to you, and she enjoys every minute of your tourments. She could have helped you to dodge the question, but instead she decided to be mean about it — bitch, you thought. "We are all waiting," she adds, and you can see how the people from the chats are going crazy, everyone getting exciting at the idea of learning more about your next song.

You reluctantly take your phone out, opening your notes but, when you read the first lines, you know that you won't be able to do it — you definitely don't remember the lyrics to be that explicit when you wrote them. All you can do is mumbling something that no one could hear you say.

"What did you say, honey? We couldn't hear you..," she says. Her head is tilted to the side, a frown of false concern on her face, but it is just an act, and the woman still has the same stupid smirk playing on her lips.

Suddenly, you realize that your head starts to be fuzzy. The thoughts and words are hard, just because of that name she called you — honey. You want her to say it again, you love it so much when she calls you by these stupid names, and she loves them to. Those words hold so much power over you, and the woman adores how easily she can bend you to her will whenever she uses them. It will never not be funny to her to witness how flustered you can get.

"You weren't as shy last night," she whispers in your ear, leaning toward you so no one could hear those words, nor try to read on her lips. Before she pulls away, she discretely nibble to your earlobe. You are so lost in your thoughts after that you barely register her laugh.

[ghostykapi]

do you miss my name (said it between your breaths)

park jihyo & fem!reader

hi can i get an order of sapphics being sapphics and an extra shot of panic?

it’s a saturday today

while any other saturday is just as good to you, this is a very special saturday

all because today you are going to indulge yourself and go to a sapphic event

you were nervous, the bones were rattling, the teeth chattering, your breathing coming in short breaths, and your right leg bouncing up and down.

it was saturday, and you are going to faint at the bare thought of potentially seeing a goddess tonight.

just a week ago you were excited, remembering the happy gasp you had made when you saw the event promotion through instagram. you had barely gotten the last slot, which meant to you it was a sign to finally to venture out more

when the days before started to come by, it starts to hit you bit by bit, well until today. you sitting down on your bed, overthinking what to even wear

it doesn’t help that your style is typically like a college student, baggy sweatpants and a hoddie as your style from day to day when clocking off work. your friends barely threw any parties or celebrations too, so the most presentable outfit was a pair of slacks, a button up white long sleeve, paired with your leather shoes.

oh you are so doomed

but today is saturday, and sana is always looking for people to makeover on saturdays for fun

“hm” sana opens her closet, ruffling through the selection of dresses she wears “what do you feel about dresses?”

“not a fan but also not against it?” you are now sitting on sana’s bed, only now your leg won’t stay still out of habit “i mean it would be nice if it was long and flowy”

sana is still ruffling, and is now opening her drawers nearby to look at for more options

“was there a theme?”

“no not really, they just said like it was like a get together and you can talk and wine and paint?”

“paint? oooohh aren’t you a lover girl—oh what do you feel about dresses that show your back—ah no wait, it’s painting and wine, not really the right dress”

“yeah i mean it’s happening at that that thai restaurant downtown. the one that’s selling like those really good milkteas that i only knew now”

“psh you are such a loser, i love you but those milkteas have been there since like 5 months ago when i took tzuyu on a date”

“don’t you mean when my sister got stood up and you sped your way there?”

“shut up” sana shushes you, simply throwing you her floral dress, your eyes questioning the the fact that it’s a backless dress. a pretty floral dress that can kill

you look back up at her, already knowing she won’t take no for an answer despite what she said earlier

so yeah it’s saturday, sana is dressing you up. making sure you look the prettiest in that event. her gushing and tzu’s voice over the facetime reassuring a bit of your worries

jihyo on the other hand, totally isn’t stressing out. her outfit planned, ironed out on her bed. her new boots, which momo took courtesy of wearing it out with nothing but hands and stairs, already ready by the door.

“aren’t you excited for tonight” momo says over breakfast, observing jihyo across the table “more excited you’ve ever been since your last gig”

“i know i’m kind of shaking” jihyo laughs, and if momo notices the shakiness of it, she doesn’t comment or acknowledge it “it’s been a while”

momo doesn’t really continue the topic, knowing how long since jihyo has indulged in this kind of stuff. 5 years of focusing on the band and work made jihyo uninterested in any kind of romantic relationship or even simple dates.

“mhm and sana says she wants to do a girls night, so i won’t be home, probably going to crash at nayeon’s place if she gets too drunk” momo tells her, already giving away the apartment for the night “if jeongyeon will even let them drink”

jihyo barely thinks that someone might come home with her tonight, she doesn’t want to bring someone home in the first place. so she only replies with a muffled ‘okay’ before munching down the rest of her breakfast

so simple saturday for jihyo, a little excited, a little worried, but honestly it’s wine and paint and yummy food. she isn’t too worried or anxious

so someone explain to her why when it hits five p.m., when she’s in front of the restaurant, the organizers are happily ushering her in, her breath gets stuck in her throat as she notices how much other sapphics are there already

she’s looking around, taking notes at every person she sees, even the ones who stare at her for too long that she’s sporting a blush on the tip of her ears

it’s early, jihyo knows that, but when you walk in before it hits six p.m., she feels like she’s being sucker punched over the table she’s sitting at

you’re barely any better, but god sana was having so much fun with your makeup that it leaves most of the attendees double taking on you. the backless floral dress is a bold choice, but having half of the venue gawking at how you look makes you feel shy

nervous, excited, anxious. those were what both of you were feeling and yet—

when you see her, your throat goes dry at how she looks. sporting in a simple fit tank top, a leather jacket, dark baggy jeans and killer boots, you contemplate if you want her or to be her

when she sees you, she thinks she’s been blessed by sappho herself. the dress is stunning yes, but the way you smile, the way your eyes keep her from looking away, your glow under the warm lights

this isn’t love at first sight

this is finally finding someone who you might be your soulmate

the organizers wisk you away though, towards the registration booth and jihyo has to blink the stars out of her eyes before nursing her wine again. her nerves finally showing her what it means to get curious, excited and anxious all at the same time

she keeps her eyes on you, the way you smile and chat with the registration team. the way your hair drapes over your shoulders, the way your laugh sounds like an angel’s call, the way your back flexes those subtle muscles that makes everyone know that you work out

she doesn’t look away even when you take your stub and claim your free wine, giggling at that tall organizer that’s too close to you. that pesky ugly (she isn’t jihyo is just jealous) one that is trying to charm you away

so jihyo does what future you thinks is adorable and future her thinks is so stupid

“i think you don’t need to tell this pretty lady the same pick up line you use and fail for every person you met tonight”

you turn around and face jihyo, who’s eyes are glaring at the organizer, who’s stuttering a response. her hands barely ghosting over your waist, claiming you away from them.

not that you mind anyway her hands stayed there the entire night

she barely lets the organizer have a coherent reply, as she leads you towards her table, her heart racing as you laugh at the organizer’s defeated face. her brain itching to get more of that kick, more of your happiness out loud

“the pick up line isn’t that bad” you tell jihyo, your voice having the power to make jihyo fall on her knees

“no you don’t understand it’s been, what 30 minutes of her trying the same pickup line? on over 29 other women? i need her to stop and you don’t deserve that” jihyo lets you sit down, your breath hitching at how much you catch yourself enjoying much of jihyo’s undivided attention to you

“yeah? well” you try to look at her eyes properly, you really do. it’s just when she tilts her head and lets some strands of hair cover her eyes, you fond yourself looking away, knowing that she now resembles a look of a puppy “thank you for saving me then”

“anything for a pretty girl” what is jihyo even saying? momo would point and laugh at her right now if she were here, but she isn’t. it’s you who’s here and it’s you who blushes and ducks her head

so you both finally talk, despite the fact that you both are a mess, on this beautiful saturday evening. the organizers give out painting materials and the items you both want to paint. her’s being an ash tray despite being a non-smoker and yours being a a small woman’s bust, just to add decor in your home.

conversation flows, sharing hobbies, favorite food, travel spots, respective jobs, recommended music genres, best recipes for drinks, niche interests.

even then jihyo notices when the paint gets on your arm, her hands moving before she can think

“here let me” she basically focused on only you, barely on the ash tray she chose to paint. her hands already gently wiping the paint on your arm and her body inching closer towards yours

it’s only then you realize that she’s so close to your face when she looks up, your breaths tangling in the air, your lips only a few inches apart

“mhm” so close she is so close, but much to your disappointment, one of the organizers comes by to check on your progress, effectively making jihyo pull away a respectable arm’s reach before reassuring that everything is going well bb

damn were you expecting a kiss?

you don’t know how to even explain it

still you find that her company is nice, her jokes are good and makes you laugh, that she’s attentive and helps you remember to paint carefully, her smile now finally engraved in your head.

so when the paint dries, you get some food, you can’t deny that you’re into her. the way she smiles at every delighted sound as you eat, the way she becomes ‘angry’ with every bite, the way she wipes away any food or sauce near your lips with her thumb, her eyes lingering a bit too long for you to deny it.

so dinner is also good, amazing even, because wow you just learned that the world is small, and your roommate is apparently childhood friends with her roommate. so the only thing keeping you both from meeting each other any time sooner is because she’s so busy

jihyo also find this whole experience amazing, because she’s managed to keep you giggly this entire time, she’s now a person closer to seeing you again and again, she can take you out for coffee every weekend when she has to drag momo to sana for their weekly hangouts.

oh and yeah the food gets paid by jihyo. even if you protest it goes in vain, and she teases you to simply return the favor next time.

“next time?” you playfully scoff, walking towards the exit with jihyo, your arms linked together, eyes once more on you in either with happiness or in envy “what makes you think of a next time”

she opens the door for you, and leads you out of the prying eyes of others, but it doesn’t matter. not when you both only have it on each other

“i just know sweet girl” jihyo is cocky, but she’ll make you love this side of her more and more you see her “i just know”

KA-BOOM

the sound of thunder redirects both of you to look up at the sky, the rain pouring down on the city. both of you completely forgetting to check the weather app before leaving

“i forgot my umbrella” you look up at the sky, the lightning flashes dancing around, indicating that rain is all night. maybe even until the morning

jihyo also looks up, the first drops of rain splattering down at the side walk in front of them. it doesn’t get any of you wet, but she looks at you, and notices your eyes dimming at the thought of rain and no umbrella

“i can drive you home” jihyo says without a thought

“oh you’re so sweet but i really don’t want to bother you. it’s late and i don’t want to overstep anything”

“nonsense” she’s already wrapping her jacket around you, you’re breath hitching at how looking up at her is changing your brain “i have to make sure this gorgeous girl gets home safe”

she runs off to her car across the street before you can even reply, gawking at how bold she is and how much you are enjoying it. one hand holding both of your bags with your art works inside, and the other holding the leather jacket to keep you warm.

you barely have to wait a minute on the entrance of the restaurant, when jihyo returns, the large clear umbrella enough to keep you dry. she helps you stand up, zip up the jacket and pats down your dress.

she’s already grabbing your things before you can argue, shushing you up and leading both of you towards her car, which she drives you home with all the songs you tell her sounds nice, and her hand holding yours over the gear stick.

“i had fun tonight” you guys arrive at your apartment building, your fantasy coming to an end “especially with you”

jihyo doesn’t want this dream to stop

so she does what her heart tells her to.

in the future, she tends to flush red at the remembrance that she leaned too far and has to tilt her head up, just to kiss you. her hands resting gently on your waist and your arms on top of her shoulders, leaving you both star struck

“is that ok?” jihyo is nervous when she pulls away and looks at you, eyes closed and lips parted, tempting her to go for another kiss

“mhm” she melts when you open your eyes and give her a smile, the one that punches her in the gut “can i get another one? preferably right now and another one on my couch”

[eds6ngel]

may i request some sweet robin x reader smut? like robin just got off work at the video store and she’s rlly shy n needy for her gf?? 🥵

desperate little thing ᝰ.ᥫ᭡。

robin buckley x fem!reader

summary: robin comes home from work to what you think is tiredness, but her movements against your body paint an entirely new picture…

warnings: SMUT!! fem!reader. kissing. fingering. oral (robin receives.) praise and dirty talk. r loves boobs and vaginas (as do i.) mentions of consent. use of pet names (baby girl, baby, honey, hun, sweetheart.) swearing. mentions of homophobia. implied lesbian!reader, but vague enough for any sapphics to enjoy !! established relationship. mentions of food. some fluff and comfort at the beginning and end. [1.7k.]

a/n: thank you for the request, sweetheart!! made this into my lil domestic smutty sapphic dream. hope you enjoy !! ♡

Dinner on the stove. Robin on her way home. Everything perfect for a relaxing night in as a couple.

You and Robin had recently bought an apartment together, residing just thirty minutes away from Hawkins. It was convenient enough to get out of the homophobic town and closer to the accepting lesbian spaces of the city, but still close enough to Family Video, as well as Steve, Nancy, Jonathan and the rest of your friends and family.

With your hand stirring the pasta, the sound of a key turning alerts you from your concentration, knowing that only one other person in your life would be entering at this very second.

“Smells good, sweetheart,” her voice comes softly through the hallway, keys being thrown into the dish by the door, her body slowly pattering towards the direction of yourself.

“Thanks, honey. Trying some pesto tonight. Haven’t made it in a while,” you reply back, her presence becoming closer before eventually two slender arms wrap around your waist, the feeling of brown locks tickling your neck, a soft cheek pressed into your shoulder.

“God, baby, you look exhausted,” you chuckle, feeling her relax into your body, a faint hum leaving her mouth.

However, what you soon discover is that she isn’t tired at all. Her body was already entirely pressed against you, but the slow movement of her clit against your ass has you reeling in the fact that maybe it was a different emotion entirely…

“You okay back there, baby?” you ask, trying to get her to admit to her neediness.

“Yeah… Just…”

Robin always became slightly shy when she was desperate, afraid to ask for what she needed. Despite you both being switches, she never wanted to cross any boundaries. It was sweet to you, always having to remind her that if you didn’t want to do something, you would simply verbalise it.

“Just what, hun?”

“Just… want you. S’been a long day.”

That’s what you needed her to admit. Your hand comes down to the knob, turning it so the stove was off, the pasta water quickly losing its bubbles.

You grab her wrists from where they are perched on your stomach, spinning around and pressing a light-feathered kiss on the top of each of them.

“Yeah? Pretty girl just wants to sit back and let me help her relax? Is that it?” you say in between the fluttering of your lashes, hands moving from her wrists, to her arms, all the way up to her two pink-tainted cheeks.

“Please, baby. Just want you. Do whatever you want.”

You bite your lip with a smile, pressing a kiss to the underside of her jaw and murmuring, “No, baby. This is about you, ‘kay? Tell me what you need.”

Robin gulps, never liking to admit to her own needs and desires. She was a giver at heart and always followed your lead whenever you needed it. It was very uncommon for her to put herself first, but tonight… she may just have to do that.

“Need your hands on me, please…”

You chuckle lowly, licking your lips, “Where to, honey?” Teasing her, you begin to trace over every area that made her squirm, “This gorgeous neck of yours? Or maybe… your perfect boobs, all for me. Or…” you cup her mound, “Is it here?”

Robin lets a whine escape her mouth at the feeling of your bare hand against her clothed pussy.

“Oh, right here, sweetheart? I can feel it, too. Feel how wet you are through these pants.”

“Please, baby. I will do anything, just—”

This is the kind of behaviour you wanted from her. Needy to the max. “Nuh uh, none of that, baby. You had a tough day and I’ll take care of you however you need, okay? All I need you to do is strip for me and sit that cute ass on the counter.”

Robin follows your orders, ridding of her restrictive Family Video attire, meanwhile, you remove your flowery apron.

“That’s it. Such a good girl for me. So pretty. So gorgeous.”

Your hands instantly land on your favourite girls, needing them between your hands, flicking her nipples between your thumbs. You spend every minute worshipping every inch of her skin, drawing every moan and whine you can from her. There was something so magical, so alluring and arousing, about hearing your girl succumb to your words and actions. How some people found the art of treasuring and pleasing their girl to be boring and unattractive forever confused you. How could the pure action of worshipping your favourite person’s entire existence be a drag?

You finally come to her beautiful pussy. What a sight to see. She was an outie, which you relished in. There was something so gorgeous about them, about hers specifically, that made you thank whatever God or star that exists for her presence in your life.

“You ready for my fingers, baby? Think you’re wet enough for two, don’t you?”

Robin’s eyes are closed, her head already floating amongst the clouds, simple nods and rambles “Yeah, yeah. Two is good, perfect even. You’re perfect. Always perfect.”

You chuckle, pressing a light kiss to her clit, her hips bucking at the feeling, “You’re perfect too, baby.”

Sucking your two fingers between your lips, you dip them down before slowly pushing them inside of Robin, her thighs raising up towards your head, caging you in, perfect for you to eventually add your mouth to.

“Fuck, honey, y-yes. Just like that, baby girl. S-Shit, just like that.”

The squelching of her pussy against your slick fingers, combined with her praise and gorgeous moans had you subconsciously increasing the pace. You look up at her with innocent eyes, before slowly lowering your head down to her clit, lapping at her juices. Robin instantaneously throws her head back, eyes fluttering shut as she tries her best not to rut against your mouth.

You could feel her pussy gush more and more of her slick around your fingers, your mind spiralling with the fact that all it took was you doing a household chore, a basic human need, for her to get this damn worked up for you. For her to be sat atop the kitchen counter in your newly shared apartment, high-pitched whines echoing against the four walls, probably vibrating through the floorboards below, all because of your tender and loving care. The transfer from sweet to sensual sending shock waves to your own vagina.

Robin’s hands are scrunched up in balls amongst your messy hair, sweat transferring onto your cheeks from where her thighs are suffocating you, to which you have no complaint, of course.

Her praise and general explicit words are a bunch of babbles, your focus too much on the movement of your fingers dragging against her velvet walls, sucking you back in each time you tried to leave, and the flick of your tongue in both upwards and sideways motions on her clit.

You wrapped your entire lips around her bud, sucking it harshly, her hips instantly bucking in a now speedy motion, her urge no longer being able to be held back. Your movements were fast, harsh, Robin having no care about anything else in the world except for you. If she died right now and went to Heaven, or simply nothingness, she wouldn’t care. Whatever situation, it was for sure the best way to go.

With the extra brash movements, your fingers start struggling to move, Robin’s walls tightening around them, her orgasm approaching with the increased sweetness hitting your tongue and the beautiful noises of gasping breaths infiltrating your ears.

“G-Gonna cum soon. S-So, close. So, so close, honey.”

Knowing that your next action would tip her over the edge, you break eye contact with the beautiful girl in front of you to shake your head back and forth against her clit, lips suctioned around her as you feel her thighs crush you against her vulva.

“F-Fuck, I-I’m cumming. Holy shit, I’m cumming,” is what you make out of her breathy gasps and sweet moans, mouth open in a wide ‘O’ and eyes shut tightly as her entire body shakes against you. The grip of her hand against your hair tightens to the max as she rides out her high, hips rutting in small thrusts against your lips, your fingers slowing to a steady pace as to not overstimulate her.

Once her body stops shaking, you bring your fingers to a halt, Robin’s cheeks rosy and hair messy as she lets out steady deep breaths, catching herself back to normality.

“Less stressed now, Robbie?” you sweetly ask, lips parting from her clit. Robin opens her eyes to the wonderful sight of her slick dripping down your chin, more being added to the inside of your mouth as you suck your fingers clean.

“Yeah,” she pants out, “Feel so much better. All thanks to you, sweetheart.”

You cup her face, pressing a tender kiss to her lips before parting and stroking her cheeks, looking her in the eye, “You’re too sweet, honey. Just wanted to take care of you when you needed it.”

You almost melt with the amount of love and appreciation present in her eyes, her blue orbs sparkling with affection and adoration for your presence in this exact moment.

“I love you,” she whispers out, almost giggling like a schoolgirl in the waves of her afterglow, to which you had to admit was a different kind of gorgeous sight to witness on a multiple weekly basis.

“I love you too,” you reply, placing a kiss to her forehead, “How about I finish plating up this pasta for you and then we can cuddle and stick on a movie?”

“Ooh yeah! I love that!” she brightens up, “I actually brought a new one home today. It’s called ‘Desert Hearts.’ It’s actually a lesbian rom-com, which I was shocked to find as it’s basically perfect for us—”

You chuckle to yourself, heading back towards the stove to heat up the pasta once again. This was the Robin you came to love, that you wanted to see in every living moment, and you were glad you were able to get her back to her rambling, talkative self in such a small amount of time.

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Naked in Osaka

hi friends! this is my submission for @pixelcafe-network's "challenge friday" that they do every other week! the prompt this week was a random song selected by shuffle, and my assigned song was "Naked In Manhattan" by Chappell Roan, and after a bit of debate (& some help from friends), i decided to go with shoko for this fic. it's a quick thing, but it was fun! i hope to write more for female characters in the future, and this was a good jumping off point 💜

read on ao3 | wc: ~2.6k | cw: gender neutral reader (no pronouns used, but implied fem reader based on song lyrics), alcohol consumption, making out, implied smut at the end (kinda?), implied first sapphic experience (thus the pride divider), shoko calls reader "cute", minor background stsg

“Please leave your message after the tone.” Beep.

“Hey Sho, I know you just landed, and I know you're probably busy, but I would love to see you, so call me when you can.” 

You sighed softly to yourself as you ended the call, tucking your cellphone into your pocket. It wasn’t exactly a surprise that you’d gotten Shoko’s voicemail – she’d been out of the country on a trip and had only just gotten back – but it was still a bit of a disappointment. You hadn’t been able to see her much since you’d graduated from Jujutsu High together, since you’d moved to Osaka just a few weeks later. She was good about returning your calls and texts, so you tried not to think about it too much.

Despite how infrequently you got to see your friend in person, she never really left your thoughts. In fact, you probably thought about her more than was normal. The two of you had been pretty close in school, spending a lot of your time together, especially when Gojo and Geto were off on missions or otherwise wrapped up in each other. You’d been friends with the boys too, of course, but your one on one time with Shoko was where you formed all your best memories of your school years. Around third year was when you realized your fondness for the other girl may have been more than just platonic, but you never allowed yourself to dwell on it or bring it up to Shoko, telling yourself it was no different than the way the boys felt or acted around each other, so there couldn’t be anything weird about it.

Then again, the boys had gone on to start dating after graduation, and last you’d heard they’d gotten engaged, so… Maybe it was worth revisiting those feelings again.

The sound of your phone ringing pulled you out of your thoughts, and when you saw Shoko’s contact picture – a slightly blurry selfie she’d sent you nearly a year ago while she was out getting drinks with her friends in Tokyo, her cheeks a little flushed and a soft smile tugging at her lips – on the screen, you felt your cheeks begin to burn, as if you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing tonight?” Shoko asked, and you couldn’t help but smile. Your conversations with her never really seemed to stop or start; instead, it was more like you’d been having one long conversation with her from the day you’d met.

“Nothing,” you told her, idly beginning to pace your room. “What’s up?”

“Figured I’d come see you if you were free. That okay?”

You bit your lip for a moment, suddenly feeling very flustered. “I-I, uh… Yeah! Yeah, that’s fine. That sounds great, actually.” It was obvious even to you that you were stumbling over your words, and you cringed slightly at how weird you sounded.

Shoko only chuckled quietly at you. “Careful,” she teased, “if you act too excited you might give me a bigger head than Gojo.”

That made you laugh. “As if that could ever happen.”

“You’re right,” she agreed, her words airy with laughter. “Does that udon place down the street from you still do carryout?”

“Yeah, as far as I know.”

“Cool. I’ll cover dinner if you’ll cover drinks.”

“Wine or sake?”

“Surprise me.”

She hung up without saying goodbye, though that wasn’t unusual. You glanced at the time, and though you knew you had a few hours before she’d be there even if she’d already been on the train when she called you, you already felt like you were running out of time for all the things you needed to do before she arrived. 

After a few moments of internal scrambling, you figured out a rough order of operations: popping into the liquor store to grab Shoko’s favorite wine, then a mad dash to make your apartment presentable, then finally a shower before she arrived. The trip to the store didn’t take very long, and you tucked the two bottles of wine you’d grabbed into your freezer to chill while you cleaned and got ready. 

Thankfully, your apartment wasn’t as much of a mess as you’d convinced yourself it was, so cleaning it didn’t take long at all, and you were able to hop in the shower within an hour of getting off the phone. The last thing you wanted was to smell when you saw your friend for the first time in over a year, and you knew you were sweating from nerves. It was ridiculous to be nervous about seeing her, you knew that, but this time felt different, somehow. Maybe it was because you’d been wondering earlier that day if you really did have feelings for Shoko.

Whatever the reason was, you were desperate not to smell like nervous sweats.

After thoroughly scrubbing yourself with your best-smelling body wash, you hurried to your bedroom to get dressed. Overwhelmed with options, you threw on some underwear and paced your room, feeling like a nervous teenager.

It’s just Shoko, you reminded yourself, sitting down on your rug. She’s not gonna care what you’re wearing as long as you’re wearing something. A soft groan escaped you then, and you flopped onto your back and covered your face with your hands.

Your pity party came to an abrupt end when your phone chimed. Pushing yourself up just enough to grab it from your bed, you saw a text from Shoko, letting you know her train was about to arrive, and that she’d be at your apartment in half an hour at most. 

The message made your heart flip in your chest. How long have I been laying here? How long was I in the shower?? Instead of letting her in on your internal panic, you shot back a simple “see you soon!” text, then leapt up from the floor, scrambling to find clothes that were comfortable but also somewhat presentable. Eventually you settled on a pair of pajama shorts and a loose t-shirt, then stepped into the bathroom to make sure your hair wasn’t a complete disaster.

You’d only just finished putting your hair out of your face in a way you were satisfied with when you heard a knock at the door. Heart skipping a beat again, you took a deep breath to steady yourself, then hurried to answer the door.

Shoko stood there with a small smile on her face, an overnight bag slung over her shoulder and the takeout in her other hand. “Long time no see,” she greeted, stepping inside as you moved aside. “Is it cool if I go change real quick?” She set the takeout on your table as she spoke, then turned to you and arched a brow slightly.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll get the drinks out and everything while you do that.”

Her smile widened the tiniest bit. “Perfect.”

She made her way to your bathroom with her overnight bag, and as she shut the door, you pulled a bottle of wine from the freezer and two glasses from the cabinet. They weren’t fancy, and they didn’t match, but you told yourself it was better than drinking out of plastic cups.

Once the glasses were out, you opened the bottle, pouring a fair amount into each of the glasses, though one had a bit more; Shoko’s tolerance had always been a bit higher than yours, so you were sure she would want to drink more than you did to make sure you had the same buzz. 

You had just started pulling the takeout from the bag when Shoko came back from getting changed, and your heart fluttered a bit when you saw her. She wore a tank top with a big picture of Gudetama in the middle and a pair of yellow shorts to match. It reminded you of the pajama sets Gojo had gotten everyone when you were in high school – Cinnamoroll for himself, Kuromi for Geto, Badtz-Maru for Shoko, and Keroppi for you – though you knew it wasn’t the same set from back then, since she wore a different character now. 

“You’re staring,” Shoko teased, bumping you lightly with her hip once she was standing beside you. “Do I really look that hot in my pajamas?”

Though her words left you feeling more than a little flustered, you just scoffed at her and rolled your eyes. “They remind me of the ones Gojo got us when we were in school, that’s all.” 

“He got me these ones, too,” she said with a small chuckle. “They were for my birthday last year.”

“Why’d he pick a different character than the one he picked when we were in school?”

“He said the penguin reminds him too much of Megumi now,” she said with a shrug, and you both laughed. You could see the resemblance too, though; both had the spiky black hair and the deadpan expression, and imagining Gojo telling the boy that nearly made you die laughing all over again, but you kept it to yourself for the moment.

Just as comfortable in your home as she was in her own, Shoko opened a few of your kitchen drawers, grabbing soup spoons and chopsticks for the both of you. “We should watch a movie while we eat.”

“What do you want to watch?” you asked curiously, carrying the takeout to your living room and setting it on your coffee table.

“What was that American movie we watched all the time in school?” she asked, following after you with the utensils and wine. “It was about those high school girls who wore pink.”

“Mean Girls?”

“Yeah, Mean Girls!” she grinned, setting everything down before sitting on the floor, gesturing for you to join her. “God, I don’t know how we never got sick of that movie.”

“Because Regina George was hot,” you replied without thinking about it.

The words drew a laugh from her, and she bumped you with her shoulder. “Glad I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

A small, relieved chuckle left you at her teasing words. “I’m sure we could stream it somewhere if you wanna watch it again.”

“Please, I could use a good throwback.” She took a long sip from her glass, then opened the lid on her bowl of udon.

With a nod, you grabbed the remote for your TV, sipping from your own glass as you flipped through various streaming services looking for the movie. Eventually you found it, not even caring that you had to pay to watch it; it was worth it to have a night in with your friend, especially when you knew it would make her laugh and smile more.

Once the movie had started, you finally got into your own food. You smiled when you saw that Shoko had gotten your order perfect without even asking. She’d memorized it in school, but it made butterflies flutter in your stomach a bit to know that she’d never forgotten it, even after so much time apart.

For the most part it was quiet as you watched the movie, only the soft sounds of occasional slurping and the faint clinging noise of glass on glass when Shoko topped up your wine glasses. Every once in a while, one of you would make a small comment or joke, or you’d quote the lines along with the movie before bursting out laughing. It felt like being back in school, huddled in one of your dorm beds, sharing drinks from a flask shoko had managed to sneak on campus.

At some point, you set your glass down after finishing the contents. It had been your second glass – or maybe your second? Shoko had topped you up enough times that it was hard to be sure – and was enough to have everything feeling a little fuzzy around the edges. Leaning back against your couch, you turned your head towards the other woman, smiling to yourself as you watched her, rather than the movie.

She’s so pretty… even prettier than when we were in school. When did she get so pretty?

“I’ve always been this pretty.”

Shoko’s words startled you a bit, and though it took your brain a moment to catch up, you realized she was responding to your thoughts. Only… you must have said all of them out loud, rather than just in your head. The realization had your face burning with embarrassment. “Oh my god, Sho, I—”

“It’s okay,” she assured you with a smile. She settled into the same position as you, turning to face you a bit. “‘M glad you think I’m pretty. Always thought you were cute, too.”

The whole world came to a screeching halt around you. “…You did?”

“Yeah,” she said easily, brushing her hair out of her eyes. Her words weren’t slurred, but you could see that her movements were loosened a bit from the wine. “Thought you knew that.”

“No, I… How would I have known? You never said anything.”

“I saw the way you looked at me. Thought you’d only look at me like that if you knew.”

You blinked, confused, and more than a little worried. “…How did I look at you?”

Her expression softened at that. “The same way I caught Gojo staring at Geto when Geto wasn’t looking, before they got together.”

The words sent a mixture of shame and hope swirling around your tipsy mind, and before you could really contemplate your next move, you heard yourself asking, “Can I kiss you?”

Shoko’s cheeks flushed a bit, and she nodded, shifting closer and wrapping her arm around your waist. Your eyes widened as she came into your space, and when you felt her breath on your lips, your own finally started cooperating with you again.

“I’ve never kissed a girl before.”

“I’ll teach you,” was Shoko’s only response before she kissed you. She was surprisingly warm, and it only took a second for your eyes to slip shut and for you to melt into her, returning her kiss eagerly. As she kissed you, everything else in the world faded away, the only sensation you were aware of was the feeling of her lips on yours.

It didn’t take long for her to press in closer, tilting her head a bit to deepen the kiss. Stumbling and a bit inexperienced, you did your best to move with her. She held you closer with the arm around your waist, her free hand coming up to cup your cheek, guiding your movements the tiniest bit. Time slowed and stretched out, the moment between you endless in the best possible way. You weren’t entirely sure when her tongue came into the mix, but next thing you knew you were parting your lips to let her in. 

A small sound escaped you as she deepened the kiss further, turning slightly to press you both into the couch a bit more. Still struggling to keep up because of the alcohol in your bloodstream, the movement threw you off a bit. Reluctantly, you pulled away for a moment, needing desperately to catch your breath. 

Shoko smiled down at you as you panted, faces only inches apart. “How was that for your first kiss with a girl?”

“I really wanna kiss you again.”

She laughed softly. “Is kissing all you wanna do tonight?” She arched a brow curiously, her thumb tracing your bottom lip lightly. 

“I don’t know how to do anything else,” you breathed, “but I'd love to learn.”

“Looks like I've got some teaching to do, then. Lesson one: kissing with tongue.” She leaned in again, capturing your lips in another passionate kiss. You were more than willing to let her take the lead, though; there was no one else you’d rather have teach you everything, anyways.

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girl next door 🏠 - 4

a/n: warning you now— i feel like this is sooo much dialogue. but im a whore for dialogue so 🤷🏾‍♀️ forgive me

“When I say girls, you say night! Girls-” Garcia bounced as she rang JJ and Emily’s doorbell giddily.

JJ and Emily rolled their eyed lovingly (you just had to love Garcia). “I’ll get it.” Emily shrugged, leaving JJ to mix God knows what kind of cocktail. It was very clear that tonight was going to be a rather wild night for the trio.

“Girls!” Garcia greeted with a grin as the door opened.

“Night,” Emily said with far less enthusiasm.

“Oh, say it like you mean it! Girls!” Garcia chastised on the doorstep.

“Night, now come inside before I change my mind.” Emily teased. Garcia rolled her eyes in exasperation but made her way inside in search of JJ and the alcohol. SHe dropped her overnight bag on the couch and found the blonde pouring up their first round.

“Ah my sweet beautiful blonde bartender. Let’s get these drinks flowing because your sassy broody partner is not participating in my chants.”

“Emily, you know the chanting is the most important part of Girls night.” JJ scolded.

“And here I was thinking it was the alcohol.”

“Hardy har har, drink up buttercup!” Penelope interrupted, shoving a glass in Emily’s hands and clinking her glass against both of theirs before throwing the drink back.

“Pen! That is not a shot.” JJ gaped watching the tech analyst empty her glass.

“A shot is a shot– no matter how large. Pour me another.” Garcia demanded slapping the glass on the counter and sliding it toward JJ. Both profilers shook their heads in disbelief but followed Garcia’s lead and finished their glasses before pouring another. With arms loaded with snacks and drinks refilled, they made their way to the living room to commence their girls night.

It was just passing 8, when Garcia sat up rather excitedly. “What’s new in the neighborhood, hm? Anything interesting with your hot and super cool neighbor?”

JJ and Emily both attempt to mask their facial expressions, but that simple act is enough for Garcia to beg for information. “Listen– there’s really nothing to tell aside from neighborly things.” Emily shrugged.

“Yeah, she’s an early riser so I see her when I run. Em sees her when we get home. Very neighborly.” JJ adds.

“Uh huh, and are you both still blind to her sapphic desires?” Garcia questioned, calling to their first meeting.

“Well not exactly. We actually got a very clear indicator of her preferences a few weeks ago.” JJ smirked thinking back to their date night. At Garcia’s obvious interest, she continued. “Em and I had dinner in town for once and stumbled upon our dear sweet neighbor on the worst date of her life with a stuffy older woman.”

“I think stuffy is putting it mildly. She was absolutely awful and I only spent 10 minutes with her in the bathroom. I don’t know how she managed the whole evening.” Emily grumbled.

“Oh, this is quite marvelous. So we know for sure, she likes the lady bits. What’s your plan casanovas?”

“What? There’s no plan Penelope. She’s our neighbor and attractive as she is, that feels really close to home.” Emily replied, swirling her drink a bit.

“Well yes, she is geographically close to home.” Garcia hummed thoughtfully before startling again. “Yes, so close– we should invite her over right now.”

“Woah, what? No!” Emily and JJ protested.

“Yes, you said it yourself. There’s no plan in place. She’s your neighbor. Everything is very neighborly. She’s too close to home, blah blah boring excuses. If that’s the case, you should have no problem with me invited her over to girls night. Unless there’s something else you’re not saying…” Garcia goaded.

“No, nothing else to add. We just think– she’d probably busy. It’s Friday and she’s young. She’s probably not even home.” JJ excused with a shrug.

“Well there’s only one way to find out. I’ll be back.” Garcia grinned, swinging to her feet and out the door before Emily and JJ could even think to stop her. With wide eyes they both scrambled to their front window to watch Garcia move down the sidewalk.

-

“Well well well, Penelope Garcia! To what do I owe the pleasure?” Y/n smiled as she leaned against her front door.

“Hi! Wanna get drunk?” Garcia grinned, finally feeling the alcohol she’d chugged.

“Oh? Sugar, you sure you’re not already drunk?” Y/n giggled curiously.

Garcia only grinned harder, “Maybe but that’s not important. We’re having a girls night and you have to come hang out with us.”

Y/n hesitated a bit, “Oh no I don’t want to intrude–”

“You’re not! You’re not, I promise. Both Em and JJ are eagerly awaiting our return right now.”

Y/n looked at the cocoon of blankets she’d been wrapped in on the couch. She looked at the book she’d been working through and shrugged, “Sure, why not? My book’ll be here tomorrow. Let me grab my keys and we can go.” At Y/n’s agreeance, Garcia whooped in celebration. “I gotta warn you though, I’ve been told my accent gets thick as hell when I drink.”

-

No one really knew how they’d gotten to this point. They really could only blame the alcohol and Garcia’s natural ability to pull the most insane things from the depths of one's soul. But they were too far gone to reel it in.

“Okay okay, longest relationship.” Garcia prompts pointedly at the women sprawled across Emily and JJ’s black sectional.

Emily shrugs, “You’re looking at her.” JJ points finger guns over at Emily with a wink before nodding in confirmation.

“Over a year with Kevin. A rotten man from work you don’t know.” Garcia supplies as Y/n nods in understanding. “And you my dear?”

“Well if we’re talking exclusive relationships, a year and a half.” Y/n answer around her glass.

“And if we’re talking non-exclusive?” Garcia asked leaning forward on the couch.

“Well then in that case, it’d be closer to four years.” Y/n shrugged.

“Four years?” JJ asked, shock clearly written across her face. “How does that even happen?”

“I’m from the South. Everyone was closeted then.”

“Oh what’s the story there?” Emily prodded, leaning closer to the younger woman.

Y/n laughed, cheeks red under Emily’s gaze and the alcohol, “Well as I said before, everyone is closeted. It’s high school– hormones are wild, everyone wants to fit in. My neighbor was a cheerleader who couldn’t remember a historical date to save her life. And I was tutoring in more than just History.”

“Oh my god, you little minx.” Garcia grinned. Her smile turned a bit mischievous as her eyes panned to the two older women flanking their neighbor. “But essentially, you were in a four-year-long neighbors with benefits situation?”

Y/n eyed the tech analyst curiously. “Mmhm, that was very formative and educational. I think she’s married with three kids now.”

“That tracks with everything I’ve every known about closeted girls in small towns.” JJ nods. “I’m curious though, how’d you get to the year and a half official relationship after the friends with benefits thing?”

Y/n placed her empty cup on the coffee table and turned to her right, giving JJ her undivided attention. “Well, I graduated high school and ended up in the vocal performance program at NYU. As you can imagine it was much easier to be queer in that space. Met a lot of people, did a lot of drugs. Really leaned into the experience. Absolutely no one I saw while in college was ever particularly serious and that didn’t really change until last year.”

“Wow, only one serious relationship in your whole 26 years of life?” Garcia pouted.

“Oh don’t look so sad about it honey. I’m a really strong advocate for being where you feel happy. And if that means brief trysts with the girl in my Aural Harmony class it’s okay. And if it means a year and a half with a wonderful woman– even better. But just know it will always be with a woman.” Y/n winked.

“So how does that look for you here in DC? We know that last date wasn’t fruitful, have you been on any others?” Emily asked.

“Oh god don’t even remind me. You know she’s called me every Friday since that date? Absolutely insane,” Y/n threw her head back against the couch. All the women groaned and boo’d collectively. “I’m not sure what DC will be for me. I’m open to whatever comes. Grayson, my best friend back in Kentucky, is begging me to get laid. You know,” Y/n started, eyes sweeping from Emily to JJ. “It’s extremely unfortunate that you two are together.” Y/n grumbled.

“Oh?” JJ asked through a chuckle.

“Like I’m positive you deserve each other and are great together— but it’s one of those things where all the sexy, smart, not crazy women are dating each other. Amazing for you, terrible for us.” Both JJ and Emily’s eyes widened a bit and they eye each other over the younger woman’s head.

“Well you know, they’re not that selfish. They’ve been known to share themselves with other women.” Garcia shared— eyes closed. The room grew quiet as both JJ and Emily glared at Garcia’s profile and Y/n’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“I must be drunker than i thought. Cause I could’ve sworn Garcia just suggested that y’all have some kinda open relationship thing going on.” Y/n spoke through a hiccuped giggle.

JJ and Emily laughed nervously and JJ replied, “I’ve been told I’ve got a heavy hand while playing bartender.”

“Trust me no complaints from me,” Y/n winked at the blonde (much slower than usual). She glanced at her phone and heaved a sigh as she rocked to her feet. “This was very fun ladies but I’ve got to get to bed.”

“Oh you could stay, Garcia’s sleeping over.” JJ suggested watching the younger woman sway a bit.

“No no, no need. I can make it the 20 steps to my front door. Thank you though.” Y/n declined, finally feeling stable enough to take a step toward the door.

“At least let one of us walk you back, hm?” Emily asked, already following behind the younger woman toward the door.

“Yes ma’am!”

“I expected a bit more fight in that.” Emily chuckled, slipping her shoes on. “I’ll be back, Jen.”

“Who am I to decline a chivalrous escort?” Y/n shrugged and linked arms with the older woman. The walk wasn’t long at all and once Y/n was stood in her doorway she sent Emily a sleepy smile. “Thank you for walking me back and for letting me crash your girls' night.”

“Anytime,” Emily smiled softly. “Let us know if you need anything, alright?” Y/n nodded in understanding and watched as Emily headed down the sidewalk.

“Goodnight!” Her southern twang floated through the night and Emily fought a laugh as she waved and returned the sentiments.

As soon as she was back in her own house, she rejoined JJ and Penelope on the couch and turned her gaze to the colorful woman they both loved. “Pen, you my dear sweet friend, are sooooo in for it tomorrow.”

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Kinktober Day 1: Pet Play

Yelena Belova x Sapphic Reader

Daddy as a title, reader is called puppy a lot, kink exploration, oral (r receiving, genitals vague), tit sucking (Yelena receiving)

You had been seeing Yelena for a few weeks now and things were going well between you two. Tonight she had taken you on a lovely date, so lovely, that now you were being invited into her appartement.

You started to follow her into the kitchen where she was going to get the two of you some water. She looked back at you and chucked to herself.

“You, sit.” She said, pointing to her couch.

You did as she asked.

“Now stay, I’ll be back in just a second.”

And she was. You had no idea how she was so quick

“Here. Drink.” She said.

You took a few sips of water, then just held the cup so your hands had something to do .

Yelena eyed you. A look of amusement on her face. You felt self conscious, unsure what you did that was so funny.

“Could you put the glass down?” She asked.

You found a coaster on the table and did so.

“Good girl.” Yelena said. Hearing the praise in her accent made you blush.

“You know something, pretty girl? You are a bit like a puppy.

You looked at her quizzically. You realized you were tilting your head and quickly readjusted.

Yelena chuckled. “See! It is okay! Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Yeah right.” You muttered

“It is not,” she moved closer to you, “You are cute and follow instructions well. Nothing wrong with that.”

You looked at her. She smiled at you. “Do not worry puppy, I will make all my instructions very clear, easy to follow.”

You nodded.

“Now be a good girl, and kiss me.”

She was gentle, but clearly in control. Her hands cupped your face as you melted into it.

“See?” She said when you two broke apart, “See what good puppies get when they follow instructions?”

You flushed with embarrassment, you were so turned on.

“Aw are you warm puppy?” She stroked your cheek. “Still embarrassed?”

You nodded, then you leaned into her hand.

“Oh you poor thing,” Yelena said in mock sympathy. “It is okay malyshka, you do not need to hide what you are from me.”

You closed your eyes and enjoyed her touch. She used her free hand to scratch your scalp and you gasped.

“That feel nice, puppy?” Yelena asked, earnestly.

Your eyes shot open. Embarrassment hit you again.

“Oh shh shh shh, just enjoy puppy. Don’t think so much. It is okay to feel good like this.” Yelena cooed, alternating between petting and scratching your head.

“It’s not weird?” You asked.

“Mmm, maybe to some. Those people are lame though, they probably think positions other than missionary are ‘kinky’.”

You both chuckled.

“But seriously. I kind of figured you already knew you were a puppy. There’s nothing wrong with being one. I can tell you like it.”

You broke eye contact before admitting to her that you do.

“Ah there’s a good puppy, being honest with me, good girl.” Yelena tilted your chin up to look at her.

“Now come along, let’s see just how well you follow instructions, puppy.”

—

She led you into her bedroom and kissed you again before looking you up and down.

“Can you sit on the bed for me?” She asked.

You sat on the edge, fiddling with the collar of your shirt.

“Good puppy. Still nervous? Poor thing.” Yelena sympathized as she sat down next to you.

You met her gaze. She stroked your face, brushing your cheek with her thumb.

“Daddy will take care of you, sweet puppy.”

Your face went red. You kind of hated how much that sentence turned you on.

“Ah you liked that.” Yelena said with a grin. She removed her hand and gave you a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then several soft ones to your neck. Her lips were so soft. You shivered.

“Ah, and you liked that too I think.”

“Yes Daddy.” You said softly.

Yelena pulled back and looked at you with a smile. “A Very easily trained puppy, aren’t you? So good for Daddy.”

“Th-thank you Daddy.” You felt something deep inside you shifting, unlocking. You didn’t have time to be self conscious about how good it felt to say her title because her lips were back on your neck. This time her kisses were wetter, and she dragged her teeth teasingly along your skin.

“Wish I could bite you here, puppy. Mark you up for everyone to see. But I do not think your work would appreciate that hm?”

Your eyes were closed and you were clenching your thighs together, a little embarrassed at how riled up you were.

“Oh puppy. Needy for Daddy? That is okay. That is what I want. Now, let me help you get out of these clothes. You looked very pretty tonight, but that very pretty outfit is in my way now.”

Nimble fingers undid your top and bra. Leaving you exposed before her.

“You are gorgeous darling.” Yelena’s eyes darkened as she took you in.

You wordlessly moved your hands towards her collar to unbutton her shirt, but she grabbed your wrists.

“Ah, ah, ah. Use your words. C’mon puppy, speak for me.” She said with a smirk.

“I-I wanna see you too Daddy.”

“There’s a good girl. Of course baby. You may unbutton me now.”

Your fingers weren’t as skilled as hers and they trembled a bit the further down you got.

“Sweet girl, you are doing so good.” Yelena tried to reassure you.

Her buttons were all undone and she took off her dress shirt, revealing that she had chosen to forgo a bra. Your eyes widened at the sight.

Yelena smiled. “Daddy would love to see your mouth on her chest, do you think you can do that puppy?”

You nodded eagerly and she pulled you to her. You started kissing the tops of her breasts before experimentally giving one a bite.

“Got some fucking teeth on you don’t you puppy. Gonna mark up your Daddy puppy?”

“Is that okay?”

“Of course darling. Puppies need enrichment hm?” Yelena said with a chuckle.

You buried your face in her chest.

“Sshh, it is only natural. It is okay. It is okay to feel good. Let Daddy help you feel good. Put your mouth on my nipple baby.”

You did as she instructed.

“Good puppy! Such a good girl for me. So obedient. And that’s all you need to be. Puppies don’t need to think. And they certainly don’t need to be embarrassed, as cute as it may be.”

You sucked and licked at her nipple. Maybe she was right. Maybe you could just trust your new Daddy to take care of you. Just be her good puppy.

“I can see how much you are calming down. Good girl. Your mouth feels so good on me baby. Can you give the other side some attention?”

“There you go, good puppy.”

Good puppy. Don’t need to think. Just make Daddy feel good.

Yelena scratched and petting your head as you suckled at her. “Daddy’s good puppy. Being so brave tonight, sweet girl. I think you’ve earned a nice reward.”

You looked up at her, your mouth still full of her tit.

“Oh when you look at me with those big wide eyes… okay puppy, lay on your back now. Daddy is going to take care of you.”

She unbuttoned your pants. You lifted your hips as she shimmed them down, along with your underwear.

“Such a good puppy, so pliant for me.”

She got on top of you and kissed your lips, then your cheek, then down your jaw and neck.

“Such a sweet pet.” She murmured against your skin. She trailed her way down to your chest, leaving a few gentle bites before kissing her way down your tummy.

She nudged your legs apart gently. “I cannot wait to taste you, sweet girl. Look how excited you are for Daddy.”

She took you in her mouth and moaned. You bucked up into her. She moved her hands to your hips, holding you down.

“Puppy is getting excited, hm? Be a good girl and stay still for me.”

“Yes Daddy.” You gasped out.

“Puppy, you are so perfect.” Yelena said sweetly before putting her mouth back on you. Her technique was perfect. Giving just enough attention to all the right places, with perfect rhythm. You had no idea how she was doing it.

“D-daddy, I’m close.” You said unexpectedly soon.

Yelena just looked up at you, a satisfied look in her eyes.

“Daddy please, please can I cum, please I wanna be good.”

Yelena detached once again. “Tell me you’re a good puppy, and I’ll let you cum baby.” She said. She grabbed one of your hands before getting back to work, building you back to that edge.

“I-I…I’m a good puppy. Your good puppy.” You practically whispered the second part, but Yelena could hear.

She squeezed your hand and sucked your most sensitive spot until you fell over the edge.

You came with a cry of “Thank you Daddy, thank you Daddy, thank you Yelena.”

Yelena lapped up all of your cum, before resting her face on your thigh, looking up at you lovingly as you recovered.

“C-can you come here please?”

Immediately Yelena moved to cuddle you.

“Hi sweet girl you did so good for me. Such a brave little thing. I’m very proud of you.”

You glowed at her words. “I-I was a good puppy?”

Yelena smiled at you and kissed your forehead. “A perfect puppy. My perfect puppy.”

“I think I like being Daddy’s puppy.” You admitted.

“I never would have guessed.” Yelena chuckled.

“So can I um…can I be your girlfriend too?”

Yelena’s eyes brightened. “I would be honored to call you my girlfriend. As well as my sweet puppy.”

—

When the two of you got settled to go to sleep, you had your head on Yelena’s chest. Her hand had found the back of your neck…you were being scruffed. You thought to yourself.

You don’t remember the last time you had fallen asleep so quickly.

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Happy Sunday (happy indeed if rumors are true ahh) <3 At what point will I return to counting to actually seven sentences? No one will know. Have a way too long snippet from the still preliminarily titled "2AM" fic. Thanks for tagging me @ironheartwriter and @captain-gillian <3

It isn't until after they brush their teeth side by sides and apply lotion that TK remembers to ask, “What did you notice actually? At Catan tonight?”

Carlos’ brow furrow  whenever he tries to remember something buried deeper. It’s the most precious thing and TK routinely will press kisses to the space. 

Eventually Carlos’ face light up in the bright bathroom mirror. “Oh yeah. Only that I realized you don't have your own personal snack yet.”

The room grows damp.

“Don’t fall into Paul’s trap,” TK says. “I don’t discriminate snacks. I like all of them equally.”

Carlos doesn’t look convinced. “Let’s go to Whole Foods next time. I’m sure your refined tastebuds will find a snack meant for you specifically.”

“It's fine. I really don't need it.”

“Come on,” Carlos says, splaying a hand under TK’s old Oasis shirt as he cups his hip. TK shivers. “I already feel bad that all you have is mineral water, while we all drink something nicer. Even Marjan gets those pink lemonades for herself.”

“I sometimes drink LaCroix,” TK defends.

“And I'm very brave about not reminding you over and over how nasty it is.”

“I like them. And I don’t say anything about the chalky protein powders clogging up an entire cupboard.”

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[cator99]

Last year around this time I was in Chicago trying to buy shrooms off some underweight white dreads boy at addison station after trying to go to some "sapphic night" at a bar only to pull up and be told that tickets were $30 absolutely not happening I went back to my old time fav Charlie's but it was lowkey a flop wasn't feeling it at all crowd was boring as fuck not a single latino offered me coke which was how I knew it was an off night so I went back to the train. Omw back I hung out with a bunch of black dudes who were sitting on fold out lawn chairs out the back of a suv celebrating one of the dudes nephews graduating top of his class and getting a university scholarship and little dude was gay so they wanted to show their support but like since he was too young to go into the gay clubs they decided to just hang around in boystown getting wasted together and that was really fun those dudes were dope but by the time I got back to addison i was like um i came out here tonight looking 4 shrooms and will be disappointed to go back empty handed so when I saw the opportunity I took it but this white dreads californian refugee was acting wack from the start despite the fact that he also clearly was prepared to sell to me--- he started sayin I looked like a cop (normie hair, all black fit, shoes that are far too reasonable and would in hindsight be considered cop shoes to the average drifter from the west coast unaccustomed to the east coast way of life (yes I was wearing hokas), mostly sober, suspiciously in shape for someone trying to buy drugs from strangers)- I remember exactly what he said: "if you're a cop I will kill myself- no joke, straight up, I will kill myself." By the time I took out my flip phone to get his number... it was all over for me. Absolutely not happening. Please– I pleaded– I'm Canadian! "What, they don't have smartphones in Canada?" Dude I feel like cops have the budget to get normal burner phones for stings... I don't! I just want shrooms! Also worth mentioning is that there was some sort of annoying-type lesbian that had just left the sapphic party Very Disappointed By The Vibe who had been trying to hit on me prior to my asking that dude if he knows where to get shrooms since he asked to bum a smoke first and sure from her perspective I'm sure she felt as though we had been hitting it off but I'm just a friendly person and when I quickly diverted my attention away to ask some bum for drugs... she scoffed, full on scoffed. Proceeded to make a whole thing about backing away slowly and saying "I'm going to go waaayyy over here now! Good! BYE!" You're wearing cut off overalls. A tie dyed crop top. A choker. You're going back to your parents place in Evanston. I do not want to continue our conversation all the way up the red line til I get off at morse, I will kill myself- no joke, straight up, I will kill myself.

[writerscall]

'cause my love is mine, all mine.

It's an ugly feeling, insecurity. Even when it's irrational because she knows her girlfriend would never cheat on her. Sometimes it was just hard being with somebody that everybody else loved almost as much as she did, if not just as much.

author's notes: 652 words. sfw, angst, slightly jealous and very insecure hazel, toothache-inducing hurt-with-comfort sapphicism

"I don't mean to sound... you know, but doesn't that ever bother you?"

Hazel looks up at Josie's words, her trigonometry world problem temporarily put on pause as she follows her friend's line of sight. Towards her, looking lovely as ever while manning the cashier for the bake sale. But the smile on the brunette's face doesn't last for long when Alec from their shared physics class sidles up to her with all the charm of the class heartthrob that he is.

Swimmer guy. A lot nicer than any of the guys in football and Hazel kinda hates how part of her wishes that he wasn't. She'd feel better having her girlfriend coldly shrugging his advances off because he was an asshole instead of her being nice to him even with a flirty (though not serious) quip here and there because, well, because he's nice. And her girl's an absolute saint, bless her heart.

She pushes the icky feeling down and tells Josie it doesn't, that the two of them knew each other long before Hazel knew either of them and to not think too much about it. But her throat feels dry and she's silently wishing the remaining fifteen minutes to four o'clock would run faster so the bake sale would be over and they could finally go back to her place.

It's an ugly feeling, insecurity. Even when it's irrational because she knows her girlfriend would never cheat on her. Sometimes it was just hard being with somebody that everybody else loved almost as much as she did, if not just as much.

"You're so quiet tonight," she hears her say, and Hazel merely hums in reply as she continues to mindlessly make random soothing patterns on her arm. They're in their usual position on her too-big bed, Hazel sitting up and leaning against the headboard with her nestled between her legs, back against her body with her arms around her. "Everything alright over there?"

She twists her body slightly to look up at her. Hazel manages a bit of a smile, saying, "Yeah, of course. Just thinking about... stuff."

And because she knows her well, her expression goes all soft the way it does when she's seen right through her.

She untangles herself, moving and turning around so she can sit on her lap. Hazel's hands instinctively fall on her hips as her hands come up to cup her face. "You know Alec is just being Alec, right? Nothing there that crosses the friendship boundary."

Hazel nods even though she sort of wants to roll her eyes, then silently curses herself for wanting to be petty. She opens her mouth to say something but gets cut off.

"But if it's really bothering you now then I can tell him to tone it down or just stop all together."

"No, I - I don't want you to feel like you can't still have friends that you can be playful and fun with." Hazel shakes her head and brings the hands away from her face, holding them between their bodies. "I don't want you to be that person who gets into a relationship and then just stops hanging out with old friends because you're in a relationship, okay? It's just... I don't know, I-"

"Hey," she says as she places a hand on Hazel's cheek again, smiling at her reassuringly. "I love you. You, Haze. I need you to remember that and not doubt it whenever you get those ugly feelings floating around your head."

"I know. I know, I'm sorry I get like this." And then she places the softest kiss on her forehead and the dam breaks, and Hazel's crying as there are kisses pressed down to her cheek with a whispered 'love you' between each of them.

She's not sure if she deserves her, but she loves her and is loved in return. Hazel knows that will be enough.